We have to Survive - part 3

Spock's Ring:

The four men watched the women fight valiantly against the three trolls. They tackled them as best they could while Sulu, Garrison, and McCoy looked on with trepidation, fearing for the women. Sulu kept pumping his fist, he felt useless. Helpless, and afraid, for his wife and the others. His mind was racing, and as he watched the women attack the first troll, fear crept in. He didn't want to look, but he didn't know what to do. Sulu felt like running through the field, regardless of the electrical charge. He watched Charlene take on the troll and kick it in the stomach while the creature barely moved.

"Whoa! Okay, honey kick it's a$$!" Sulu yelled as he hit his fist in his other hand.

"Go ladies, go ladies, GO!" shouted McCoy as he wiped his brow.

Garrison pointed at Uhura, "Wow, did Lt. Uhura just climb up that thing's back?"

"I wish we were out here, we could all help each other," said Sulu.

McCoy added, "They look like they are doing a good job so far!"

"It looks like my wife and Uhura are coordinating together." commented Sulu.

Spock responded: Indeed, they are using a technique well suited to someone of their size and strength."

Spock didn't like the odds on the women based on their weight and size, the variable was their training skills. If the women used tactical force versus brute force, the rate of their survival would increase. He watched his wife tackle one of the creatures, he had never seen anything like them before. A new species, unknown to his records, but they were physically built for fighting, and apparently, for killing other species. At the moment, attacking a group of women half their size. Nyota used the Vulcan tactics he has shown her over the years of their marriage, he didn't expect her to be using them.. now. He could only observe, unable to help at the moment. No weapons, tricorder, or communicator that could disrupt the shield. He could only watch, meditate, and trust that she and the other women would survive.

"Oh NO, that thing has Sanchez by her neck, this doesn't look good, not at all!" shouted Garrison.

McCoy pointed into the distance, "Looks like Uhura and Charlene are going to help her!"

"Wow, that was close, they saved Sanchez - that was some fighting!"

Spock noticed that their groups were being released in intervals; he calculated that they would be engaged soon.

McCoy pointed again, "They let Jim go and more of those things are after them now!"

McCoy is wiping the sweat from his brow, just watching his fellow crewmen fighting.

"Spock, can we do ANYTHING?"

"At the moment doctor, we are unable to assist any of our crew members from the Enterprise."

"Aren't you worried about your wife? She's fighting for her life!"

"Doctor, worrying would not change the fact that my wife and others are in peril."

Of course Spock was worried. If anything should happen to Nyota, he would likely go mad, she is the lifeline to who he is.

Sulu shouted and pointed, "The captain's been hurt!"

"Did you see him fly after that thing hit him?" asked Garrison.

"OH no! Scotty has been hit, he's bleeding!" said Sulu. "This is so wrong!"

"Doyle got his guy, man this is so bad, we need to get out of here!" said Garrison.

Spock looked into the distance and saw a bolted door open for the troll-like creatures to charge towards them.

"Gentlemen, you shall get your wish of being set free. I recommend that we take a defensive stance against our attackers."

The other three men turn to see the creatures charging towards them, and at that moment, their shields dropped. They were weaponless and unaware that Doyle had just fallen from his attack.

Spock positioned himself near McCoy, knowing that he was more in the business of saving lives versus killing. His creature approached him with a battle cry, waving an ax. Spock stood still and waited until the last moment and stepped past the running creature. He swiftly turned so that he was behind it, and with his Vulcan strength hand-chopped two quick taps at the base of its neck, causing the creature to fall face-first into the dirt. The crowd roared with excitement.

Spock observed McCoy's creature as it attacked him, poking him in his stomach.

McCoy's shirt started to stain with his own blood, and he continued to dodge the creature as best he could to avoid the sharp sword that was lunging at him. McCoy tripped and fell to the ground, the sword bearing down towards him. He rolled to his left to avoid the strike. He couldn't get up, the troll had him at a disadvantage, he rolled again to hear the blade crash not too far from his waist. He attempted to kick the troll, aiming for the weapon and missed. The troll growled and snarled at McCoy, knowing it had the advantage. Spock jogged up to the unwitting creature from behind and nerve-pinched it, it collapsed heavily at his feet.

McCoy sat up and looked at the fallen creature, reaching for the sword in its hand. Then McCoy looked at his long-time friend and was grateful to Spock for saving him.

"Thanks Spock. I really hate repeating myself, I wish you would teach me that trick."

Spock reached down and pulled the doctor up.

"I have tried Doctor."

It was that instant that Spock knelt to touch the creature's thoughts and logged the information.

During this time Sulu was tangling with his troll, he too was doing the dodging game. The troll creature was slow to respond to Sulu's quick movements, he did a roundhouse and his foot landed squarely in the trolls' face. Which only made the creature so much angrier, that it growled at him. Again, he dodged until he dropped to the ground and swung his legs, unbalancing the creature and making it land on his behind, losing the sword. Sulu jumped on the troll's arm to grab the blade and they both wrestled with it. Sulu elbowed the creature in the face until its grip on the sword was loosened and jabbed into the troll's chest. It let out a deep sigh. With the troll down, the only thing he could think about was his wife. "Charlene please be okay!"

He turned to see Spock and McCoy running towards him.

At the same time; Garrison was fighting with his troll with a long spear/javelin which it kept trying to use to poke him in the stomach. Garrison attempted to flip the troll, which was a bad idea. The troll picked him up by the waist and threw him, landing him on his face, he winced in pain. Garrison attempted to move, grabbing a handful of dirt while he did. When he turned to see the troll approaching him, Garrison threw the dirt in its face and got the opportunity to attack the creature. Garrison wrestled the spear out of its hand and circled around, jabbing the spear into the troll's back, it fell over in pain.

He looked bewildered as he saw a group of people running towards him.